it's 1.35am and omfg i feel like i'm dying no joke at least this week is almost over.

staying up doing history and memory shit because im underprepared as fuck, tomorrow staying up (maybe? maybe not? i dunno im hoping not.) doing 4u before the big first draft (and im kinda freaking out about that now because i know my reflection statement isn't up to par) and then friday night gonna be studying binomials/perms and combs because tutoring wants to join in and kill me

at least its not more english i guess



i dunno how much time i need after getting my reflection statement back tomorrow (probs arvo fuu) so i either have the choice of
a) just staying back at school for a few hours editing over reflection and then going to officeworks to bind and then doing journal at home
b) editing over reflection and doing journal all of tomorrow arvo/night and then going to officeworks at 7am or something to get it bound


it takes a lot for me to get out of bed before 7 so i dunno how motivated id be for that but hey at least its an option ;_____;



edit:

AHHAHA omg i was so touched just then walking into my room because the bed was made and my bed hasn't been made in like over a week and because im incredibly grumpy in the morning i always kick all the sheets off and then they get all tangled and flipped over and they come out of their sleeves

but i walked in and both my blankets were perfectly neat and tidy so that i can sleep well without being irritated at my tangled blankets.

omfg this is the dumbest thing to be all sentimental about y do i take my bed so srsly i lub u dad